Transmigration: A person in a martial arts world, cultivating to ascend to immortality

"If that's the case, then leave them all here!"

The leading black-clad Taoist priest didn't care whether the two Qionghua Sect disciples were telling the truth or not. He leaped into the air and fired several steel balls at Jiang Yuchuan and his group of five.

"Get out of the way! This is the Fire Thunderbolt Pearl of the White Bone Temple, its power should not be underestimated!"

Seeing the lightning fire bead flying towards him, Song Weipeng shouted, then flipped off his camel and dodged to the side.

The remaining few were not slow either. As soon as Song Weipeng reminded them, they had already dismounted from the camels and leaped to the sides.

The moment the five people jumped off the camel, the seemingly copper coin-sized thunderfire bead struck the camel directly and exploded upon contact.

None of the five people's camels survived; they all perished instantly in the aftermath of the explosion and the resulting fireball.

At this moment, the two injured Qionghua Sect disciples had their pressure points sealed by the black-clad Taoist priests of Baigu Temple, and they lay sprawled on the sand, unable to move.

After subduing the two, the five Taoist priests from the White Bone Temple immediately flew forward and blocked Jiang Yuchuan and his group's retreat.

Seeing their newly purchased camel, which they had painstakingly saved up money for, die tragically under the Thunderfire Pearl after only a few rides, Song Weipeng and his four companions were filled with rage.

"You sons of bitches! You dared to kill my precious camel! I don't care who you are, you'll all pay with your lives!"

Chu Wei cursed loudly, drew the long sword hanging at his waist, and slashed at the black-clad Taoist priest blocking his way.

Song Weipeng and his companions knew that they couldn't avoid this calamity tonight, so they stopped talking and all drew their weapons to fight the Taoists from the White Bone Temple.

The black-clad Taoist who fought Jiang Yuchuan was probably at the mid-stage of the first-rate level, only slightly weaker than the middle-aged Taoist who had previously launched the Thunderfire Pearl, making him the second strongest among them.

Although Jiang Yuchuan wore a half-mask, the black-clad Taoist priest fighting him could still discern Jiang Yuchuan's appearance from the undisguised lower half of his face and his smooth, jade-like white skin. After exchanging a few blows, believing he had gauged Jiang Yuchuan's strength, the Taoist priest grinned lewdly and said:

"Boy, you're no match for me. I advise you to give up resisting as soon as possible. If you obediently surrender now and return to me, I will not only spare your life, but also treat you well."

"Alright." Jiang Yuchuan smiled slightly. "If you can catch up with me, then I will stop resisting and let you do as you please."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yuchuan immediately withdrew his attack, retreated, and flew towards a small sand dune not far away.

"Good, good, good, you're playing hide-and-seek with me, how interesting!"

The black-clad Taoist priest, his lewd grin undiminished, took aim at Jiang Yuchuan's retreating figure and gave chase.

In his view, Jiang Yuchuan's strength was at most at the early stage of the first-rate level, and he could easily defeat him even if he gave up one hand. Therefore, he didn't care at all about the little tricks Jiang Yuchuan was playing in front of him.

Jiang Yuchuan stopped when he reached the back of the sand dunes.

Although the sand dune wasn't large, it was more than enough to conceal the two of them.

The moment Jiang Yuchuan stopped, the black-clad Taoist priest caught up with him.

Seeing Jiang Yuchuan standing motionless in the shadow of the sand dune, the black-clad Taoist priest revealed a playful smile and slowed down, gradually approaching Jiang Yuchuan step by step.

"Little beauty, why aren't you running away? Do you want to get intimate with me in this secluded place first?"

As the black-clad Taoist priest approached him step by step, Jiang Yuchuan slowly raised his palm. "What happened to the last person like you who harbored improper thoughts about me?"

"What will be their fate?"

The Taoist priest in black gave a very perfunctory reply. At that moment, his attention was almost entirely focused on Jiang Yuchuan's face.

At this moment, the distance between the two was less than ten feet.

As the beauty drew closer, the black-clad Taoist's heart pounded even hotter. Just as he was about to open his arms and embrace Jiang Yuchuan tightly, he suddenly saw a strange blue light emanating from Jiang Yuchuan's raised palm.

"What is this?!"

The Taoist priest in black was startled and immediately stopped in his tracks.

The moment he stopped, he clearly felt the ground beneath his feet begin to shake.

The next instant, several vines as thick as a wrist burst from the ground and quickly wrapped around the black-clad Taoist.

Because his mouth was also tightly bound by vines, the black-clad Taoist priest was unable to make a sound at all. He could only desperately shake his head and beg for mercy, staring blankly at Jiang Yuchuan standing opposite him with his terrified eyes.

He never expected that this seemingly harmless little beauty in front of him would have such strange and powerful methods. She was simply a devil or monster who would eat people without spitting out the bones and flesh!

At this moment, he finally understood why Jiang Yuchuan had said those things to him.

Unfortunately, there's no going back in life. After his repeated pleas for mercy went unanswered, he could only watch helplessly as Jiang Yuchuan's hand, surrounded by a blue aura, reached out towards him...

A moment later, Jiang Yuchuan withdrew his hand from the black-clad Taoist's head.

Seeing the black-clad Taoist priest with a distorted expression, tears streaming down his face, and unconscious, Jiang Yuchuan raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

As if receiving a command, the vines that tightly bound the black-clad Taoist immediately twisted and dragged him into the ground.

After dealing with the black-clad Taoist priest, Jiang Yuchuan did not go out to look for Song Weipeng and the others. Instead, he ascended into the sky and flew towards Anhe City.

From the soul search just now, Jiang Yuchuan learned that the reason why the black-clad Taoist priest and his group appeared in this desolate desert was that they wanted to find some treasure buried in the desert.

The reason why the five people chased after the two Qionghua Sect disciples was entirely due to the feud between the Baigu Temple and the Qionghua Sect that had been brewing for several months.

The two factions are now locked in a life-or-death struggle, and they will naturally not hesitate to attack any lone disciples they encounter.

Furthermore, the White Bone Temple only sent these five people in search of the treasure; there were also several elders and more than a dozen disciples in Anhe City.

At this moment, in Anhe City, besides the White Bone Temple, many other forces have gathered, all wanting to seize the treasure buried beneath the Great Desert.

As for what exactly is hidden within this treasure that so many forces are vying for, who left it behind, and its location in the desolate desert, the black-clad Taoist had absolutely no idea. Therefore, Jiang Yuchuan was unable to obtain any specific information related to this treasure during the soul-searching process.

However, the timing of the emergence of this treasure story is quite thought-provoking. It occurred neither too early nor too late, precisely during a period when the climate in the Great Desert was exhibiting abnormalities.

This means that the treasure is very likely related to the secret he is looking for.

If this treasure really exists, then he might be able to follow the clues and, after finding the treasure, gradually get closer to the truth of the secret hidden in this desolate desert!

With this discovery, Jiang Yuchuan naturally no longer needed to follow Song Weipeng and the others at a leisurely pace.

After all, Anhe City was still dozens of miles away from where they were.

Jiang Yuchuan didn't want to miss any important intelligence or information because of the time he spent traveling.

……

at the same time.

Lingzhan and Lingzhen led ten disciples of Baiyun Temple to appear in the Great Wilderness Desert.

Including Ling Zhan and Ling Zhen, the twelve people were all dressed in casual clothes, each leading a camel. Water, dry food and other necessities for crossing the desert were hanging on both sides of the camels, making them look very familiar with the desert environment.

"The vast desert lies ahead."

Walking at the front of the group, Ling Zhen turned to look at the disciples of the 'Cheng' generation and solemnly instructed them: "The desolate desert is full of dangers. When we travel, you must all stay close and pay attention to your footing and surroundings at all times. Although your Uncle Ling Zhan and I are leading the group this time, this is not a reason for you to relax!"

"Bringing you to this desolate desert is a trial and training for you. Therefore, if you encounter any danger, your Uncle Lingzhan and I will not intervene unless absolutely necessary. You will have to solve everything on your own. Do you understand?"

"Understood, Master!"

"Understood, Senior Uncle!"

The remaining disciples all responded in unison.

Although the Lingzhen Ruins, who had experienced the Great Desert for the first time, told them how dangerous it was, when they stood at the edge of the Great Desert and looked out at the vast, boundless sand dunes that resembled undulating waves, their hearts were filled with excitement and wonder. They couldn't possibly remember so much.

Therefore, upon hearing Ling Zhan's warning, he felt no tension whatsoever.

The group quickly mounted their camels and began their journey into the vast desert.

"Senior brother, I don't know why, but ever since I stepped into this desolate desert, I've had a feeling of unease."

Riding a camel at the head of the procession, Ling Zhan spoke solemnly to Ling Zhen beside him.

"Feeling uneasy..."

After a moment of contemplation, Lingzhen comforted him, saying, "Junior brother, there's no need to worry. We were invited by the Hall of Offerings for this trip. According to Elder Li, the Hall of Offerings will send a mid-stage Grandmaster to accompany us in secret. With this person there, and if we are careful, there shouldn't be any problems."

Ling Zhan nodded after hearing this, "I hope I'm overthinking it."

As the two were talking, a boy of about fifteen years old quickened the pace of his camel and came to Hua Sheng's side from the group behind them.

The boy's name was Chengsong. He was the youngest disciple of the Cheng generation and also Lingzhen's disciple.

"Senior Brother Chengyan, do you think we'll encounter the 'Four Pests' of the Great Desert that Master mentioned during our trip here?"

Cheng Song blinked his big, expectant, and excited eyes, revealing a pair of dimples, and smiled at Hua Sheng. Before speaking, he secretly glanced at Ling Zhan ahead.

Hua Sheng glanced at Cheng Song, smiled, and replied, "What? Judging from your tone, it sounds like you'd love for us to encounter those 'Four Pests.' Do you really want us to be lost in this desolate desert?"

"No, no, no!"

Cheng Song waved his hands repeatedly, hurriedly denying it, "I didn't mean that. I was just curious. After all, this is my first time in the Great Desert, and I really want to see its unique specialties."

"You!"

Hua Sheng shook his head and smiled helplessly.

Just then, Lingzhan and Lingzhen, who were ahead, suddenly reined in their camels and stopped.

"what happened?"

Cheng Song, who was about to say something to Hua Sheng, was immediately stunned. Then, feeling guilty, he muttered in a low voice, "Could it be that Master heard what I just said?"

But the next moment, he realized he had been overthinking it.

The reason Lingzhan and Lingzhen stopped the entire group at this moment was because a large group of people riding black horses and wearing burlap veils emerged from the sand ahead.

Each of these people was armed with a curved knife. Upon seeing Ling Zhan and the others, they let out long, sharp whistles, like wild beasts cheering upon seeing their prey.

"These are—sand bandits!"

Cheng Song stared at the crowd rushing towards them, momentarily shocked, then overjoyed.

"I've long heard that the bandits in this desolate desert are more ferocious and powerful than those in other places. Today, I'll finally get to experience it for myself."

As he spoke, Cheng Song grabbed the longsword hanging beside him, looking ready to unleash his power at any moment.

The other disciples also grabbed their weapons and became fully alert.

With Ling Zhan and the others still, the bandits on black horses quickly rushed over and surrounded them.

"Leave your belongings and camels; you may leave!"

The leader of the bandits raised his gleaming scimitar and pointed it at Ling Zhan and Ling Zhen, giving them a stern and unquestionable command.

Cheng Song rolled his eyes after hearing this and muttered to Hua Sheng beside him:

"Are you kidding me? These bandits only want to steal our camels and luggage, and they're letting us leave?"

Everyone says that the bandits are extremely brutal, but after seeing them today, they don't seem so bad after all.

Hua Sheng seemed to understand Cheng Song's thoughts and whispered, "These bandits probably saw that we all had weapons for self-defense, and that we didn't show any panic or fear when we encountered them, so they couldn't tell us how strong we really were. That's why they said that."

"If you're so afraid of us, then why did you come to steal our things?"

Cheng Song shook his head, somewhat puzzled.

Hua Sheng patiently explained, "The Great Desert is barren of resources, and these bandits who live on the edge of danger are living a life where they don't know where their next meal will come from, and they live from morning till night. Therefore, once they encounter a target that they can rob and kill, they will try it no matter what."

As soon as Hua Sheng finished speaking, Qi Nafang's Ling Zhen solemnly said:

"Do you remember what I said before? This band of sand bandits is your first test! We, the righteous disciples, should eliminate evil to the very end!"

Before his disciples could reply, the bandit leader brandished his scimitar and roared, "You won't listen to reason, so you'll have to drink the penalty cup! Brothers, kill them all! Leave no one alive!"

After saying that, he immediately led his men to charge towards Ling Zhan and the others.

"This is the moment I've been waiting for!"

Cheng Song let out a long roar, drew his longsword with a 'whoosh,' and together with ten senior brothers, including Hua Sheng, charged towards the bandits.

Ling Zhan and Ling Zhen did not make a move, but simply sat quietly on their camels and watched. During this time, any bandits who tried to attack them with their swords were intercepted by the disciples around them.

Although the number of bandits was several times that of Ling Zhan and his group, they still couldn't make a ripple in front of these ten highly skilled elite disciples.

In just a quarter of an hour, all the bandits were killed by the disciples' swords.

Looking at the ten disciples who had made the move, they were completely unharmed.

Lingzhen was quite satisfied with the performance of the ten people. After resting for a while, he continued to lead everyone on their journey.